...and blood is still blood, and ink is still ink. But, what are words, if words have not a heart? The soul which can lose blood, and can take that lifeblood lost and mix it with tears, joy, and pain, can indeed capture those same things and, in turn, spin them into the guise of words, so that words are no longer mere words, but icons of more hidden things. Intangible, made tangible. The pulse becomes living word.... Poetry is a thing many people can master, but it seems only few can master well. Opinions still remain about what is "good poetry." In the end, the strength of a poem lies not just in the spinning of those words, but in the reader, the final judge. Yet, it still remains that poetry is a "people's medium." A lot of people write, and enjoy doing so. A lot of reasons exist for writing; for some, it's an outlet. Some find solace or therapy. Others may like the rhythm and the lyricism of it. Many poems, you may find, would fit perfectly if set to music. These are good things, and their existence is testimony that verse has been with us for a long time, and will still remain with us for a long time as well. Poetry is durable. A sample of that writing can be found here. Reading the descriptions, it's easy to see the cornocopia of inspirations, and the lot of dreams and experience, that go into writing. So now, you have the chance to be the final judge. They're here for you. The authors here have woven words and blood together; these are works they are happy and proud to show. Those works you like, send the author a compliment; it's so good to get feedback. Enjoy.

Foreword: preface to pulse written by Rufus the Verbose Jump to poems Featured poem: Touch written by Rufus Would you like to share a poem?

Poems are arranged alphabetically by title.

The Bottoms Up Club Goatboy
It is possible to be so alone...
Cannot jeF kearns
There's no more tolerance for the vast wasteland.
Faith, Love: the god in us Rufus
In exercising our love, for brief moments we are like god.
Got me a bottle! Rufus	7.25.97
Everybody wants it...everybody's gotta have it
Heaven in Mind Rufus
Pain is the common bond; we reach for something to ease it.
Loves Labour Lost John Sargent	6.19.97
No words are spared; the anger, the callous, the chasm.
Majorie and Margarine jeF kearns	10.24.97
Majorie wishes her words power to heal, to perform miracles...
Ninjas (for Manon) jeF kearns
Under my bed, the masks come undone...
On Trial John Sargent	6.19.97
Constant torture for a student of the Art, foisted upon himself...
One Fool's Lied To (ignorance is hell) Rufus
That daft little fool...ranting about being raped of his dreams...
Resolve Rufus
She's pushed to the edge... Illustrated by Rufus
Retreat Rufus	9.12.97
In a darkened corner; cold, and alone. Illustrated by Rufus
Road to Netherton Rufus
A short road movie to nowhere in particular.
Smoke, the Judas of you kills me Rufus
How could I be so open?!
So Deep (into you) Rufus
Like the earth, the rivers, and the sky, we shared everything...
The Story Nefarious	10.24.97
I remain, to love the sun, the water, the flower; to wait for him.
Touch Rufus	9.4.97
Ever notice people don't touch anymore?
White Lie Rufus
A love extreme, a new life together, a new life...